“You also love the pleasure. ”
She nodded again.
He took her elbow and guided her toward the end of the couch. “Bend over and place your hands on the cushion. Let the arm cradle your belly. ”
She did as he asked and settled over the end of the couch until her ass was perched high in the air.
“I’m going to start slow and work up as I see how well you tolerate the pain. I’m not going to stop until your ass is completely red and you’re begging me to fuck you. Can you take it, Callie? Dare I see just how far I can push you?”
Oh yes. God yes. She was nearly panting and he hadn’t even begun.
“The words, Callie. I want to hear the words. ”
“Please, Max. Do your worst. ”
He chuckled then. “You have no idea what my worst is. You aren’t ready for that. But you will be. ”
The dark thread in his voice completely contradicted his husky laughter. She was so on edge, so keyed up by what was to come that she could orgasm right now with only one touch. And maybe that was why he was so careful not to do so.
The first smack was light. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his palm against her flesh. He delivered another to the other cheek and she moaned.
True to his word he began slow. Measured. Never twice in the same spot. He methodically covered every inch of her ass, meting out blows with the same force.
Her mouth was open and she panted softly, wanting, needing. It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him to fuck her now, but that would only disappoint him. He wanted her to take more. A lot more. She wanted to give him what he wanted.
And she absolutely wanted to see just how much she could take before she gave in to the urge to plead.
He picked up the pace and the blows became harder and more painful. But with each one, the burn was quickly replaced by soft euphoria. Almost as if she floated out of her body on a cloud of never-ending pleasure.
She closed her eyes and sighed dreamily even as the blows came faster. Harder.
The sound of the smacks rose in the quiet room. Her entire body jiggled and lurched forward, forcing her to brace herself against the cushions.
No longer could she differentiate between the blows. It was all one hazy, edgy sensation that blended in a long trail of pain and indescribable pleasure.
She floated higher and higher. Her mind was no longer her own. All she knew was Max. Max’s hand. On her body. His pleasure. His belonging. His body. Not hers. She was his.
“I wish you could see how beautiful your ass is. Rosy red. So red that you can’t tell one mark from the other. It glows. Just like you. ”
She moaned as he began again. Harder this time. Deliberately punishing. He was driving her further and further to her breaking point.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out. She wouldn’t. Not yet.
“Give me the words,” he demanded. “I won’t stop until you beg me. And then I’m going to fuck you until we both drop. ”
It was her undoing. She opened her mouth and the words spilled out.
“Please, Max. Please. Fuck me. Take me. Make me yours. Please,” she said brokenly.
He left her immediately. Before she realized he’d quit, his fingers wrapped in her hair and yanked her head to the side. She was still positioned over the arm of the couch, her ass throbbing, aching, thrust high in the air, when he gripped her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.
As he’d promised, he wasn’t gentle. He fucked her mouth as ruthlessly as he’d fucked her pussy and her ass in the past. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but lie there, his hand twisted tight in her hair as he thrust deep to the back of her throat.
He leaned over the couch so his angle was better. His body covered her face and his hips slapped against her as he pushed into her over and over until she wasn’t aware of breathing, only of receiving him.
He was exerting his dominance. There was no doubt as to what he was doing. He wasn’t making love to her. He was possessing her. Showing her that she belonged to him. That her body belonged to him and he could do as he liked.
She lay there, reveling in that possession. She was more than willing for him to mark her, brand her, own her. He’d never hurt her. She knew that. He’d take her as far as she could go, but he’d stop in a heartbeat if she asked him to.
She was equally determined that those words would never pass her lips.
With a harsh groan, he jerked away, leaving her to lick her swollen lips, nearly numb from the force of his possession.
He walked behind her again and rubbed over her still-throbbing ass. She gasped when he issued several sharp blows in succession.
Only when he’d worked her back up to the haze where the line between pain and pleasure was blurred did he spread her legs wide and slam into her from behind.
It was too much. She was too on edge. As soon as his cock thrust deep into her body, her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave.
She cried out as her body tightened, drew up, painful in its intensity. Then as if a sharp knife cut cleanly through the taut rope holding her captive, she shattered.
She screamed, the sound sharp through the silence. Her body wasn’t her own. She couldn’t control her reaction, couldn’t hold her release at bay.
Through it all, Max hammered relentlessly, thrusting, pushing her further and further over the precipice.
She could hear herself begging, just as he’d vowed she’d do, but she had no idea what she begged for. She pleaded, wanting more, not wanting him to stop even as her breaths tore raggedly from her nose and mouth.